Monday, January 6, 2014

The Dock of the Bay

The rod sits where I left it yesterday after rinsing it with fresh water. Strong winds came down from Minnesota last night and brought us wind chills in the teens. Not cold by Minnesota standards but enough to send us off to Bamahenge instead. Yup, there is a Bamahenge.
Tomorrow is more of the same. Not in my game plan for sure. But Wednesday a little sand beach on the bay down from our building beckons. Who knows what salt water beasties might lie there with a taste for steel, hair and feathers?

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